He's Captured My Soul (Captured Series Book 3) (29 page)

I lie in his arms with my eyes closed, just relaxing, enjoying our time together. His fingers trace across my bump, ever so lightly back and forth. But it’s enough. It’s tender and loving.

“Lean forward and I can wash your back.”

“I don’t think I can.” I answer him.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Very, but I do know I should at least wash my face.” He hands me the cloth and I do wash my face, careful not to wet my hair. I hand him the soap, and inch my way forward a little, but I already miss the connection we had. He takes the soap and lazily washes my back with soft sweeping motions. I lean forward, but it’s not really comfortable, or maybe it’s just I’m starting to get tired. It has, after all been a very emotional day. I shiver and this time, it is from being cold.

“Let’s get you out of here, dried and warm.”

“Okay.”

He gets out first and grabs a towel as he helps me out the bath. I wrap the towel around me, and head back into the bedroom, leaving Alex to put out the candles in the bathroom. I sit on the bed and start to remove all the pins in my hair.

“Can I help?” Alex voice startles me. I didn’t hear him enter the room. He sits down beside me and starts to help, one pin at a time. It’s a long process, as there is so many holding my hair in place. “There, I think we got them all,” he says running his fingers through my hair, leaving my hair flowing down my back.

“Thank you.”

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’m always here for you. You’re my entire world, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Alex moves from the bed, and lifts my legs and places them on the bed. He tugs at the towel, pulling it from me. His eyes glisten and his smile widens. It’s only now I notice, he’s still naked.
Oh the possibilities.

His eyes run over my now naked body, stopping and lingering on my slight bump. He’s taken in my changing shape.

“It’s all going to get bigger. I’m going to end up so fat,” I tell him.

“You won’t end up fat. You’ll have a bump, albeit a fairly big bump, with the babies, but you can still workout. Although I don't want you doing any running, that can’t be good for our little ones. Stephen can work out, some exercises for you, to help keep you in shape. But I’m more than happy to keep you exercised on a daily basis. I think my way would be more enjoyable, than Stephen’s.” His smile says a thousand words.

“Oh I’m sure it would be.” I tease.

He crawls slowly up the bed, hovering just above my face. Throwing my arms around his neck I pull him close. He quickly rolls us both to our sides. I smirk knowing the reason is the two tiny babies. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I smile. “Kiss me.”

That’s all it takes, two little words. His lips meet mine and he kisses me. My mouth moulds to his, as I return the kiss. It’s a precious kiss that has so much meaning, for both of us. It’s our unspoken promise to the other. To have and to hold, to honour and cherish for as long as we both live. Promises that were made earlier today, that I know we will both keep. I want to kiss him all night long, but there are other things I want to do as well. Alex wants those too, as I feel his erection harden against me.

I pull away from him, but his brown eyes follow me, and he lets out a small laugh. He knows me so well. I give in and pull him back to me. “You’re so sexy, when you want me.”

“I want you, just like I wanted you last night and I couldn’t have you.”

His response is to silence me with a kiss. Not like the last, more forceful, more demanding. My mouth opens and our tongues clash. I take the lead from him, he’s completely in control as our kiss deepens. He devours me with this kiss, worshipping me. I now see exactly how the rest of the night is going to go. I just hope I can keep up.

I push my tongue further in, exploring as we both savour the other. He pulls me tight, until our naked bodies are flush and there is no space between us. It all feels new, it’s as if this is our first time, with each other. Silly, I know, but that’s the only way I can describe these feelings. New. My body burns with desire for my husband.

Alex moves his hand, slowly caressing my back. Attentive. He pulls his mouth away from mine, and I’m rewarded with a wicked grin. “On your back,” he commands.

I fall to my back, watching him. His hands support him as he hovers over the top of me. “Now?” I ask.

“Now you’re mine to take care of the rest of the night. I want to make love to you all night long.”

“Alex . . . ?”

“I know baby. You’re tired. I don’t expect all night, just most of it. Promise and tell me if it gets too much. If you're lucky you might get some rest before breakfast.” I gasp.

He slowly crawls down the bed, until he rests his head against my bump. “You two are so lucky, you have a beautiful mother that will take care of you and loves you both unconditionally. You will not want for anything and I’m sure she will install all her high values in you both.” His eyes look at me now. “Can I tell you something, I’m praying for sons, because if its daughters we will have a big problem on our hands, when they both turn out to be as beautiful as their mother.”

I smile, thinking about the meaning behind that. Having sons would be easier on him, no boyfriends calling round, trying to sweep our daughters off their feet. Two kisses are placed on my belly before he moves.

I close my eyes with the first lick of his tongue.

Licking.

Sucking.

Kissing.

Teasing.

And boy is he teasing me. The slow licking and flicking of his tongue against me, has me on edge. But right now there is no place I would rather be. My body is on the brink. The hazy darkness has descended over me, as the sensations build slowly within. I try to hold off, but I think I’m fighting a losing battle. His tongue circles me. A low moan escapes me. I can almost feel his slight smile against me.

His tongue presses against my entrance, and I know it won’t be long. I feel his teeth nip against me. Licking and sucking, again and again.

“Alex . . .”

“Ssh, not yet.”

One finger, then another is inserted into me, probing deeper and pushing me closer to the ledge I now find myself on. I feel myself sink further, into the bed as he carries on. His tongue continues licking and sucking, as his fingers work their magic. He takes me all the way to edge, as my orgasms tears through me.

“Mmm.”

“Was that good?” he asks moving slowly back up my body, until our eyes are level with each other.

“Mmm, yes it was so much more than good.” I try not to, but I can’t hide the yawn.

“Baby, you’re too tired. You need to sleep.”

“No I need to ensure my husband is satisfied.” I smile at him. “I will re-phase that, I want to satisfy my husband. I also want him buried deep within me.”

“That’s where I want to be. Then we will sleep, because I want you rested and I’m more than happy to lie with my arms wrapped around you until the morning. I just want to love you.”

“You do every single day.” I kiss him on his nose. “I love you.”

He hovers over me, I sense he doesn’t want to put any weight on me, but that’s ok I can cope with that. Alex tilts his head and kisses me slowly, at the same time entering me. I feel him move slowly inside me. This isn’t hard and fast like earlier, there is no roughness in his need. Only love and desire.

He breaks our kiss and buries his face into my neck. Each thrust is gentle inside me. He sets a slow pace, but it’s not what I want. I need to feel him deeper, so much deeper. I want all of him and more.

I push him away, until he is sitting on his knees although still buried inside me. Alex looks a bit confused, but I pull my legs up, showing him what I want. He smiles knowing I want more than he’s giving me at the moment.

The next thrust is deeper. I close my eyes. The feelings are bubbling away deep within, just how I knew they would. Each thrust goes deeper and deeper. Just as my feelings for my man, have got deeper and deeper over these last few months.

“Open your eyes.”

I open my eyes and our connection is made. I climb higher with each thrust, as our eyes stay locked on each other. All the raw emotions are there to be seen, our love, desire, hunger and longing for the other. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him, and he’s shown me the same. Now he’s showing me, how close he is, it’s etched in his face as he struggles with keeping his eyes open on me, or closing them and losing it completely.

Once, twice more and I fall over the edge, almost silently as my orgasm rocks through me. Alex follows and falls onto me. We lie tangled together, the only sound to be heard, is our panting.

“Shit.” Alex quickly moves from me to his side. I frown at the loss of contact. “Babies.” I knew that was his reason for moving.

I turn slightly to face him, I press my hand to his chest. “You Mr. Mathews are a very lucky man.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes, because I might manage to get some sleep and then I’ll be more than ready for you again in the morning.”

“Well in that case, get to sleep, wife.” He kisses me. His arms hold me close to him, and my head rests on his chest and I close my eyes. “I love you. I mean it, I’ve never felt anything like this for anyone else. Nothing even remotely close. There will only ever be you. You and our beautiful children. I will always be here when you need me. Goodnight my wife.”

“Night.” I mumble and let sleep overtake me.

“WELL, LOOK WHO FINALLY DECIDED
to grace us with their presence this morning.” Ethan teases as we enter the room for breakfast. There are two seats at his table, where he’s sitting with Sophie and Lucy. She gets all excited when she looks up from her food that Sophie is trying to feed her. We say good morning to everyone before taking seats. Alex has a brief conversation with Murphy and Joan. I sit beside Sophie and Alex sits opposite.

“Is everything okay,” I ask him.

“Yes. Just making sure everything is ready for leaving later. Murphy will take us all to the airport”

“All?”

“I’m sure I mentioned it, he and Joan fly back to New York today. Joan wants to make sure the apartment is ready for Ethan and Lucy.”

“What have I missed something?” I ask.

“God, you really have been busy.” Ethan laughs. “I fly over with Sophie next week for Connor’s wedding. It was decided Lucy and I, stay at Alex’s with Sophie and you both. I was happy staying in a hotel, but you both insisted.”

“Oh right I have a few things on my mind this morning.” I turn my attention back to Alex. “So when do we get to New York?”

“The twelfth and we fly home on the sixteenth, because you my dear wife need to be back in work. I would've liked to stay a little longer. But as it is Ethan can stay on with Sophie, and we will be travelling back here with Murphy and Joan.”

That makes sense. I remember a conversation, Ethan and I had about him not wanting to stay at Sarah and Richards, saying he wouldn’t feel comfortable. He mentioned the hotel and Alex had said that was silly when there was more than enough room at his, especially when we would only be there for such a short time.

Alex orders a cooked breakfast for us both, along with tea and coffee from our waiter. I glance around the room and see almost everyone. There’s no sign of Kirsty or Michael. I look at Alex and he just shrugs. How the hell, can he possibly know what I’m thinking. I knew those two were bound to hook up. Breakfast is enjoyable and I don’t mean just the food. Everyone seemed to enjoy the whole day and it seems we made front page news.

“Well I have to say, I have the most photogenic daughter,” Dad states waving a copy of the morning newspaper under my nose. I take it from him and smile at the pictures. My husband in a kilt, they’ve made a big thing of him wearing traditional Stewart tartan. Well in the pictures he looks mighty hot. The story is good and the pictures look better, now it has me thinking about our official pictures. I can't wait to see what Jack’s done. But I will be sure to keep these pics from the paper.

Ethan shows me some of the pictures he has on his phone from yesterday. He managed to get a few of me and Alex and most of them look so natural and really happy. The one thing I’m aware of, is how many pictures there are of Sophie and Lucy. In most of the pictures Sophie looks blissfully unaware that she has been caught on camera. When I first met Sophie, I never once thought about her with kids, she’s a bit like Kirsty, too much of a party girl. But seeing these, they all look so happy, I just hope it all works out for them.

“Libby, we need to go and see the site now, if we are to get to the airport on time,” Alex tells me.

“Okay.”

Dad and Ethan come down to the site with us. And it is fair to say, you could probably have a full street on this site. I still can’t believe I forgot about this part of the estate. The cottage, that’s still standing, is a two bed traditionally built, many, many years ago. I really couldn’t put a date on it, and neither can dad, he reckons late 1800, early 1900. Dad tells us, it’s been empty for about twenty years.

Alex tells me his plans for the site. He hopes that our house will face straight onto the loch. He wants the two new builds, to fit into the area and cosmetically be built with the same materials as the old cottage. Good luck with that part, I tell him, because it does seem bit of a tall order. Ethan seems excited by all this, he seems as happy as me about the kids all growing up together. God they’ve all managed to keep secrets in the run up to the wedding. I have to admit it will be good being beside Ethan and Lucy, when the babies are born, it means I get an extra hand. It also means the kids also get to grow up together and hopefully all be friends, which I’m sure they will be.